After an eight month stint in Australia in 2008, I came back with in injured line of credit and an intense love for frankie, a by-monthly dose of ric-rac splashed pages of magazine bliss. Every two months, I anxiously make my trek to Mags & Fags to pay an exorbitant amount of money for this publication (two months in arrears) & it's worth every penny.
Nestled in it's glossy pages are elloquently written articles of substance (scattered with cusses), definitely Australian vintage-inspired fashion, exceptional photography, DIY crafts, home decor, & music; all arranged around the scribblings of the issue's featured artist.
